We had fun in the sunbut now you've thrown it awaytossing out the baby with the bathtubthese dogs have strayedyou'll never know how hard I triedto keep my worries in linebut they're all bastards

gone are the good old daysof painting young courtney pinelistened to the taunts and the shoutsof celebration wineI never could make it work out righther milk glows in the blacklightbut it don't matterbecause no one comes out to see us

well my pain's in a ruttI've been lonely enoughI've bled los angeles bloodI've had enough of this stuff

you can't go on with what you're doingbecause they already knowyou run your life into ruinthere's so much to showyou'll never know how hard I triedher milk glows in the blacklightbut it don't matterbecause no one comes out to see us

well my pain's in a ruttI've been lonely enoughI've bled los angeles bloodI've had enough of this stuff